Chapter 175: A Divine Person of the Mo School

"Sir" hesitated a moment: "First you have to tell me, what is transmigration!"

Heng Xian explained: "Transmigration is when a person, due to some special reason, rushes from one spacetime or world to another world!"

Transmigration also has two types: one is bodily transmigration, meaning the whole person swooshes over!

The other is soul transmigration, also called consciousness transmigration, where only the consciousness travels from another world and attaches to a person in this world.

"So, do you understand?"

"Sir" remained silent for a long time, raised his cup: "Let's have a drink first!"

Heng Xian raised his cup, and both drank it all in one go.

"Sir" cupped his fists and said: "May I ask your esteemed surname, brother?"

Heng Xian said: "It's simple; actually my name is Heng Xian, and I'm called Heng Xian everywhere."

"Sir" frowned and said: "I come from the Northern Domain, the Moqi Clan, my name is Moqi Bai; I… am not the transmigrator you speak of!"

But deep in my memory, it feels like a dream; I dreamed that a long, long time ago, I took a person as my teacher.

That person taught me many things and also let me train in a kind of illusion; in that illusion, I saw many strange things.

Including the computers, televisions, and electric bikes you mentioned, the deepest memory I have is that I worked at a BMW 4S store!

Hehe, these absurd things, from birth until now I've only told you about them; they must not be spread abroad!

Heng Xian blinked, "Holy shit!" What the hell is this?

If you say you have this kind of memory, it can basically be determined that you were possessed by a soul transmigrated from a modern person, and as a result your memory took the upper hand.

But there's also some damned master in there!

Could it be that this master is a transmigrator?

This… is hard to say!

"Then what?" Heng Xian asked.

Moqi Bai shook his head and said: "... There's nothing afterwards; memory is like some fragmented thing, sometimes present, sometimes absent. The BMW X5 house you mentioned is very clear in my memory, that's all."

And the Moqi Clan excels at the Ancient Mo School Technique; I've studied it since childhood, learning by analogy, progressing very fast. Gradually, all my thoughts were replaced by Mo techniques, and my memory has become… vague.

Heng Xian exclaimed in surprise: "Then what about that master of yours? Who is he?"

Moqi Bai frowned: "He is a person from the dream; I even forgot what he looks like!"

However, I faintly recall that he left me a mission."

"What mission?" Heng Xian pressed.

Moqi Bai rubbed his brow and said: "His original words were: 'The Yao tribe must still be suppressed; we cannot let them rise completely. At the critical moment, you must give your life together with four others for this!'"

Heng Xian startled, looked Moqi Bai up and down: "Holy shit, you couldn't be one of the reincarnations of the Ancient Five Saints, could you?"

Moqi Bai looked at him, hesitating: "This… what exactly is the Ancient Five Saints?"

Heng Xian rubbed his brow: "I don't understand either; I was just speaking randomly."

As we chatted, we seemed to have gone off topic; the Ancient Five Saints, a hundred thousand years ago, etc., are just too illusory and vague!

Moqi Bai poured a cup of wine for each of us, smiling: "So, you're a transmigrator, huh?"

That question gave Heng Xian a weird feeling; he nodded and said: "Well, this thing might also be just a dream in my memory, a very long, long dream!"

Moqi Bai laughed loudly: "Turns out it's also a dream—let's down a big glass!"

"Let's go!" Heng Xian raised his cup.

Immediately, the two ate and drank while chatting, the more they talked the more they hit it off, the more they talked the more excited they became:

"This thing, only we two understand it!"

"Right, hahaha…"

"What do you think of green-tea bitches?"

"I like green-tea bitches; a girl who can be a green-tea bitch at least needs to be good-looking, looking like Feng Jie, otherwise she's just a pighead!"

"Hahaha…"

"Actually I came here fleeing pursuit; the Moqi Clan offended the Northern Domain Great Sect, the whole clan of three thousand either died or escaped, and I happened to arrive here by a stroke of fate!"

"Me too! I came from some great sect, but an elder brought his disciple and they bore a grudge against me; we went out to train together, and they kept nitpicking at me, even dragging his older brother into causing me trouble!"

"Later I flew into a rage, schemed to nab them all in one pot, and then I was chased by many people!"

"Hahaha, we're fated to meet!"

"How about we burn yellow paper and become sworn brothers?"

"Exactly what I had in mind!"

The more they talked, the more they hit it off; taking advantage of the drink, they really burned yellow paper and became sworn brothers.

Moqi Bai is twenty years old, three years older than Heng Xian; Moqi Bai is the elder brother, Heng Xian the younger brother.

However, at the end of the drinking, Moqi Bai insisted on calling Heng Xian "second brother", so Heng Xian had to call him "older brother".

In the end, Heng Xian didn't even know how he got back.

……

Light rain began to fall in the valley.

The scent of the mountain flowers in the valley drifts away with the rain, and for a while the whole valley is filled with the patter of rain and floral fragrance.

Heng Xian stood by the window, looking out at the verdant valley scenery and a few children running and playing.

It's been three days since I became sworn brothers with Moqi Bai; we really hit it off and can talk endlessly.

Moqi Bai even decided to think of a way to keep him here.

Heng Xian was also happy to stay for a while.

Over these days, my eighth-layer Qi Hai Realm cultivation has completely stabilized.

But whenever it rains, I inexplicably think of my master Nangong Liluo and my senior brothers and sisters.

What are they doing?

And Ji Yaoyue—I don't know how she is; Lin Shuyu and the others are under house arrest—has the Da Luo Holy Sect also put her under house arrest?

Just as he was thinking, a drumbeat suddenly sounded from outside, and a group of people rushed panic-stricken to the middle of the valley.

Heng Xian immediately went out the door and grabbed a familiar youth: "Ah Shui, what's wrong?"

The youth called Ah Shui looked bewildered: "I don't know; the Peach Orchard drum has sounded, indicating that something major is about to happen—let's go check it out."

Saying that, he took the lead and walked forward.

Heng Xian had no choice but to follow behind, rushing to the middle of the valley.

Not long after, they arrived before that elliptical tile-roofed house, and the area was already crowded with people.

Mo Qibai, with sharp eyes, spotted Heng Xian from afar and walked over, smiling: "Second Brother, have you eaten?"

"I have." Heng Xian said: "What happened?"

Mo Qibai said: "Peach Orchard Valley has a fierce rival called Black Raven Valley, which lies deeper in the great mountain; its people are stubborn and unrepentant, extremely savage, and often wage war with Peach Orchard Valley over resources."

A few days ago, the two breakthrough auras from North Mountain were mistaken by Black Raven Valley as coming from Peach Orchard Valley, making them fearful; they sent people this morning to provoke, and the two valleys will go to war in five days.

Heng Xian nodded: "So the valley master is mobilizing everyone to prepare for battle?"

Mo Qibai shook his head: "No! Peach Orchard Valley has an ancient ruins cave; before each battle, the youths go in to train for a period, and upon emerging they inevitably grasp a move or two, greatly increasing their combat prowess."

The valley master is currently mobilizing personnel to go in and explore!

"I see." Heng Xian nodded, suddenly recalling the omen from that day's heavenly hexagram, and immediately opened the "Mysterious Yellow Heavenly Hexagram": "Is the ultra-divine sword technique fragment located in this ancient ruins cave within Peach Orchard?"

The omen showed: 【Yes!】

Heng Xian asked: "What are my chances of comprehending it?"

The omen showed: 【The sword technique remnant has existed for twenty-seven thousand years; its remaining power is extremely weak, the probability of comprehending it is less than fivefold, but it can be attempted.】

Mentioning hundreds of thousands of years so casually is terrifying.

Heng Xian coughed, looked at Mo Qibai, and said: "Big Brother, I want to go in and have a look—do you think it's okay?"

Mo Qibai seemed to enjoy being called "Big Brother," putting on an elder-brother air: "No problem, I'll talk to the valley master and it'll be settled!"

Heng Xian nodded, then suddenly asked: "By the way, Big Brother, what realm are you at?"

He actually couldn't see through Mo Qibai's cultivation.

Mo Qibai's face flushed with embarrassment: "I've barely reached the Post-Primordial Elixir stage; I don't like cultivation, I lack patience, and I prefer the Mo School's mechanisms instead."

Heng Xian: "……"

(End of chapter)